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mynewplace) wrote2007-08-02 03:13 pm
mynewplace) wrote2007-08-02 03:13 pm
Various newses
I read in the snopes LJ feed that a man is warning America about impending attacks, sometimes with some accuracy. I found it intriguing, then disheartening when I learned that our government may be planning an attack on Iran and Syria. I know there are likely terrorist cells in these countries, but I have many Syrian friends. Yes, I care more when I know someone from the country in question. I can't help that. It disturbs me to think that our country might attack YET another country. I'm so sick of this. Mr Aviv says we approached the situation in the wrong manner, and I tend to agree with his thinking.
To continue with my liberal train of thought, here's a poem from the most recently named United States Poet Laureate, Charles Simic:
Eyes Fastened With Pins
by Charles Simic
How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Ironing death's laundry.
The beautiful daughters
Setting death's supper table.
The neighbors playing
Pinochle in the backyard
Or just sitting on the steps
Drinking beer. Death,
Meanwhile, in a strange
Part of town looking for
Someone with a bad cough,
But the address somehow wrong,
Even death can't figure it out
Among all the locked doors...
And the rain beginning to fall.
Long windy night ahead.
Death with not even a newspaper
To cover his head, not even
A dime to call the one pining away,
Undressing slowly, sleepily,
And stretching naked
On death's side of the bed.
I like his imagery. How is this liberal? Well my dad says the Pulitzer Prize is a piece of crap awarded to liberal media like the New York Times for stories slamming our government. Mr. Simic is a Pulitzer Prize winner for his poetry. Since I find myself envying Jhumpa Lahiri her Prize for her short stories, it stands to reason I'd aspire to such. Thus, liberal, no?
To continue with my liberal train of thought, here's a poem from the most recently named United States Poet Laureate, Charles Simic:
Eyes Fastened With Pins
by Charles Simic
How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
Ironing death's laundry.
The beautiful daughters
Setting death's supper table.
The neighbors playing
Pinochle in the backyard
Or just sitting on the steps
Drinking beer. Death,
Meanwhile, in a strange
Part of town looking for
Someone with a bad cough,
But the address somehow wrong,
Even death can't figure it out
Among all the locked doors...
And the rain beginning to fall.
Long windy night ahead.
Death with not even a newspaper
To cover his head, not even
A dime to call the one pining away,
Undressing slowly, sleepily,
And stretching naked
On death's side of the bed.
I like his imagery. How is this liberal? Well my dad says the Pulitzer Prize is a piece of crap awarded to liberal media like the New York Times for stories slamming our government. Mr. Simic is a Pulitzer Prize winner for his poetry. Since I find myself envying Jhumpa Lahiri her Prize for her short stories, it stands to reason I'd aspire to such. Thus, liberal, no?